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Vines: The Walled City of Kemuri
Part 3 - The Man Who Saved His Life
“How many surgeries have you had?”
“Ah. Are they so obvious? To eyes as sharp as yours, I suppose they would be.”
“To answer your question, I’ve had over sixty procedures done since I moved here. Most of them were subtle enough. Eyelid lift. Rhinoplasty. Collagen. Botox. A couple of grafts…”
“Why? I’m sure you looked well enough before you–”
“It’s not about appearances anymore,” the man murmured, yanking the boy’s arm to force him to follow him in the opposite direction of the set. By now, panic set in. Fugaku hyperventilated, doing all he could to pull himself from Muraki’s grasp. He yelled at the top of his lungs, imploring the actor to stop, and even slapped him. Muraki’s glasses shattered on the concrete to reveal the stuff of which nightmare were made: oozing, weepy, decomposing sharingan.
“Those aren’t…those aren’t your eyes…”
“So astute.” Muraki grinned and moved closer, reaching for the switchblade in his pocket. “I love how observant you are.”
“Who were you!?”
Muraki had him locked in place, unable to get away. The south wall for the Village Hidden in the Smog pushed against Fugaku’s back. He felt the unwelcome warmth of an improperly installed furnace on his skin with only a barrier of thin metal and the fabric of his shirt to save him. It was insufficient; the scorching heat left him feeling as though this man pushed his back to hot coals. He yowled in pain.
More eyes peeked from the massive wall. A porthole window opened and a curious child poked his head out to watch. At least, he did. Someone yanked the little boy back in.
“Ssssssssh. There’s no point in disturbing the low-lifes. They won’t help you.” His lips brushed against the boy’s ear as he whispered the next part. “Let’s see my medic, shall we? I can’t wait to see the world from your perspective.”
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i do not have to be polite to racists bye
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"Wake up," Hizashi softly commanded.
“Hiashi?” The name came out sounding a bit too soft on his lips. Groggily, the former clan head opened his eyes, adjusting them to the dark of the room. “What is it?” But then he felt it: a sharpness touching his neck. Any sudden movement, any rash action…and he’d bleed like a slaughterhouse pig.
“What is the meaning of this?”
His hands were still bound, making it near impossible to get out without letting loose a full surge of chakra. How dare Hizashi do this to him: trapping him and holding him back like a mad animal? There were a whole slew of things reeling in his mind that he never intended to forgive his second son for.
Any threat toward his first son was on the top of the list. Taiyō’s eyes squinted, veins bulging as the byakugan throbbed and pounded in his skull. He had to see for himself where Hiashi was: be that as a bloodied mess on the floor or perfectly alive.
A quick rush of relief fell on him when he realized Hiashi was perfectly fine: alone in his private chambers, bleakly glancing over a pressed flower from a certain girl (now dead) that he’d fancied a little too much. Taiyō took care of that problem. A clan head needed no distractions.
“You lying son of a bitch. He’s fine,” Taiyō seethed, trying to concentrate as much as he could into freeing his hands. If he could do that, only that, then he could incapacitate the second twin, hold him back, and save the whole house of Hyūga from this ungrateful child who ran away, staged his death, and grew with treason in his heart. Hizashi would pay.
Well, that had been fun while it had lasted. The longer he spent wasting his time with a dead man, the less time he would have with his brother. All it would take was a little coaxing and empty promises for him to get the answers out of his dear twin.
Removing the tantō blade from the holster on his back, Hizashi gave no warning before slicing his father’s hands off. The cut was clean, executed so swiftly that he doubted the older man would feel any pain at all. Not at first, anyway.
Blood covered them both. Shower after shower seemed to flow from his father’s wounds, and Hizashi reveled in it. Smiling brightly, like he’d been caught in the rain, with his lover. (Like in a cheesy shoujo manga) rather than being drenched in the blood of his father.
“You should have just did like I asked,” he spoke calmly, feigning disappointment. “Without your hands you’re useless in this clan.” He stood up and loomed over his father. Should he allow the man to bleed out of finish it now?
Decisions, decisions.
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Idly, he wondered if it was strange of him to be more aroused by the affection than the actual penetrative sex. When he cupped his father’s face and insisted on a passionate kiss, that was when his own hips began to move along with Hizashi’s, pulling him a little deeper than he was moving on his own. The combination of the affection and the sex itself pulled a moan from his mouth into Hizashi’s.
Neji was so tight, Hizashi doubted that he would last very long. Everything was just so overwhelming, and he allowed instinct to drive him. Picking up his pace, just a little bit, Hizashi locked their lips together. He could taste his son’s moans on his tongue; it was a taste like no other.
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"Wake up," Hizashi softly commanded.
“Hiashi?” The name came out sounding a bit too soft on his lips. Groggily, the former clan head opened his eyes, adjusting them to the dark of the room. “What is it?” But then he felt it: a sharpness touching his neck. Any sudden movement, any rash action…and he’d bleed like a slaughterhouse pig.
“What is the meaning of this?”
Hizashi had no right to treat him in such a way. Despite what sort of abominable behavior was permitted within the clan’s walls, despite the horrors he’d personally endured from his own sadist of a father, Taiyō had never degraded his son in such a way. Although he seldom showed it openly, he loved both of his children. And had he not been clan head, perhaps he could have made an argument to leave both boys unmarked.
“Get off me,” the old man roared. He jerked his head forward, trying to squirm his way into sitting upright again. As he did so, long pewter strands flopped into Taiyō’s face. That long mane had always been neatly combed out of the way, trailing down to his narrow hips. It was now a disheveled mess from writhing about, trying to search for help…or a means of breaking himself free.
And yet the most he could do was give Hizashi a knee to the groin, hoping that was enough to pry him off. Hizashi was bigger, though: far larger than Taiyō. Taiyō had never been a big man, and he’d seemingly shrunk with age.
As the future head of this great clan–
“That title is your brother’s, not yours! It was never yours to have. Where is Hiashi? What did you do to Hiashi!?”
Years ago, that hit to the groin would have had him doubling over in pain. It still hurt like hell, but the pain only yanked Hizashi back to reality. This wasn’t a game, and as much as he enjoyed taunting his father, there were more important matters at hand.
Sitting up, Hizashi grit his teeth, biting back the pain. The training Danzou had put him through had left his body broken, night after night. A knee to his sack was nothing.
“I know that your hearing at this age is shit,” he teased with a slight edge to his words, ”but I am sure you hear what I said. Hiashi is dead. I killed him first.” It was a lie. The moment his father tried to activate his Byakugan to confirm it, Hizashi would end him.
From the looks of it, Taiyou wouldn’t be giving him the information that he needed. No matter. Hiashi would. And, if he didn’t, there were other Main house Hyuuga to torture. All was no lost.
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He would push through untold agony for his father…if it weren’t for the guilt that would certainly plague him afterward. For that reason, Neji nodded in agreement with Hizashi; he would tell him if he wanted him to stop. As the pressure at his entrance turned into strain, Neji gasped and reached for his father’s biceps, clinging to them as he endured.
But it was a bit too much towards the end of the penetration. “P-pull back,” he breathed. “Just a little.” Ten inches could be a curse, it seemed. There was just a point where the pleasure turned into something that felt like a medical procedure, and Neji wasn’t aroused enough yet to handle it.
Trying not to panic, Hizashi eased out, but not fully. “Sorry. I’m so sorry,” his voice was strained from the tightness of the inner muscles and the pressure of not tearing his son. What had he been thinking? He should have known that Neji wasn’t ready for all of him. He lingered in that moment, showering the younger male’s face in kisses. Words of endearment were uttered in a soothing tone in between each kiss. When he started to move again, he corrected his former mistake. Now, his thrusts were shallow, careful and painfully slow.
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His heart seemed to pound harder with every step. He was flirting with danger, letting himself be with a much older man. What would anyone think if they found out…
Those pearly eyes were on him again and the heat grew on Shisui’s face. Hizashi was going to see all of him. The shorts came off and his erection stood at full attention. He’d gotten this excited and they’d only kissed.
“I-is it okay like this?” Now Shisui was nervous, hoping Hizashi wouldn’t think he was too childish for getting hard so easily. He was slightly above average, enough that he got comments in the locker room. How big was Hizashi though? Shisui had no idea.
The teenager’s nervousness was endearing, as well as sexy. Hizashi thought about the ways he could corrupt Shisui, mold him into the perfect lover. Then, in the end, he would have to give him up, and someone else would end up with his prize. His possessive thoughts were fleeting.
Lowering his gaze, he stared at the impressive erection. Shisui was so sensitive, so responsive. And also shy. He was dangerous, Hizashi concluded. Stepping closer, palming the teen’s erection, he gazed into his eyes. “It’s perfect,” he assured him with a soft peck on the lips.
Hizashi moved his hands to the waistband of his shorts, slid them down, and revealed his semi-erect cock. Grabbing Shisui’s hand, he placed it on his groin. He wanted the teen to feel it grow to its full length in the palm of his hand.
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"Wake up," Hizashi softly commanded.
“Hiashi?” The name came out sounding a bit too soft on his lips. Groggily, the former clan head opened his eyes, adjusting them to the dark of the room. “What is it?” But then he felt it: a sharpness touching his neck. Any sudden movement, any rash action…and he’d bleed like a slaughterhouse pig.
“What is the meaning of this?”
pernicious-pearlescence
The metal against his throat scraped his skin when he swallowed deeply. His heart rate increased up to the point where it started to hurt. ‘He has no reason to keep me alive. My son resented me.’ Hizashi bore just as much love for him as he did for Hizashi, maybe less. His son wanted his love once and probably would have done anything to earn it.
It didn’t matter to him anymore. Now all he wanted to do was steal the clan’s most illustrious secrets for whoever this defective slave called master now.
“You can’t have it removed, Hizashi.” He’d misread this whole thing. “Once it’s on, it’s on for life. Everyone who has been marked will wear it up to their death. There’s nothing I could teach you, assuming I even would, that will help you.”
And once his hands were free, he’d give Hizashi a reminder of that pain for his insolence. “Why do you need to know this?”
Lowering the Kunai, Hizashi sat back on his father’s stomach.The position was inappropriate, maybe even a little provocative. It made Hizashi wonder if his father had ever lusted after him or Hiashi in the past. Placing his hands on either side of the man’s body, he leaned forward, arching his back a little.
“Otousan,” he muttered the title affectionately, though, the look in his eyes was a different story. “As the future head of this great clan, I think it is imperative that I know how apply the seal as well as activate it. You don’t want our clan’s secrets to be lost forever, do you?”
The thoughts passing through his father’s mind were obvious. Hizashi had already made sure that the room was soundproof; a jutsu he’d learned from one of his ROOT companions. So, when he chopped off his father’s hands, no one would hear the former clan head’s screams.
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With the fingers inside of him, Neji felt stretched to his limit, so much that he curled his fingers into the sheets and trained his breathing to help himself relax. When the digits left his body, though, he felt so empty. “I think so,” he answered honestly. He wasn’t absolutely certain if he would be able to take the same thick organ he had taken into his mouth, but he was confident enough to agree to try.
“I’ll go slow,” he assured him. “If you want me to stop I will. No question.” Hizashi knew how much Neji hated to disappoint him and his son would probably endure it, even though he didn’t want to. But, Hizashi couldn’t allow that. If they were going to be in a relationship together there would need to be trust. Slowly, he pushed forward. His elbows rested on either side of Neji’s head, long, dark hair curtained their faces from the outside world. “
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There is only one god, and his name is Death.
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Anonymous asked:
i noticed that you are affiliated with one Hizashi. is that because that's your friend? because the writing is not all that in my opinion
卍 [ It’s because her writing is phenomenal and we have very similar interests.
If you don’t like her writing, don’t follow her. But you’re missing out. In my opinion, she is one of the best. ]
Anonymous asked:
How do you manage two totally different characters like Hizashi and Hidan?
[ Surprisingly, Hizashi is the most demanding out of all of my muses.
He likes attention, he’s vain and very manipulative. I personally think that he is scarier than Hidan. Mainly because he’s intelligent and can cause more than physical harm to an enemy. Hizashi is calculating as well as charming. He exudes a calm, warm aura that makes people feel as if he is kind, trustworthy and dependable, but it’s a trap.
If you are not Neji, you should be wary around this man at all times. His son is the only exception.
As for Hidan, you can sense the dark aura surrounding him and his brash personality and bluntness makes him an obvious threat. Everyone knows that he’s ax crazy. He isn’t as complex as one would think. There is no tragedy behind his madness, he is just psychotic.
It’s easy for me to manage them both because I take what I am given in canon(which isn’t much) and I mold them into something of my own creation. I hope that makes sense.]
[ I disabled my asks. Mutuals are free to IM me at anytime. Due to my busy schedule I may not reply as swiftly. Do not take that heart. It doesn’t mean that I am intentionally ignoring you or that I dislike you. I promise to reply when I can.]
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"Wake up," Hizashi softly commanded.
“Hiashi?” The name came out sounding a bit too soft on his lips. Groggily, the former clan head opened his eyes, adjusting them to the dark of the room. “What is it?” But then he felt it: a sharpness touching his neck. Any sudden movement, any rash action…and he’d bleed like a slaughterhouse pig.
“What is the meaning of this?”
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Where had he been this entire time? Why hadn’t he returned home to the brother who loved him? To the father who had his entire future planned out? He’d selected a beautiful girl for Hizashi to marry: one that would shower him with lust and obsession.
Taiyō had always fancied his mistress more than his wife and chosen for Hizashi a girl who resembled her, all on account of the fact he saw more of himself in his second son than the first one. Hiashi was the gentle son: the sensitive and easily brokenhearted one. Hizashi was his survivor.
And now that was true beyond belief. “We had a shrine for you in the house,” Taiyō explained. “Just as we did for your mother. I burned incense for you. I offered your favorite food once a week. I pushed Hiashi to become strong enough to carry your memory, too.”
But no. He didn’t visit the grave. Branch members were unmarked. The corpse he believed to be his son was buried along with a handful of other dead branch members in a mass burial site at the outskirt of the compound.
None of that mattered to Hizashi. The only thing he had ever wanted was to be treated like a human being, not a doll for his mother to dress up, or an accessory for Hiashi to have at his side at all times. He had only wanted for his father to love him and freely show it. They all had drove him to the brink of insanity.
Danzou pulled him back, kept him grounded and bestowed upon him a new purpose in life. Hizashi remained unmoved by his father’s words. His resolve was strong. “Enough,” he aimed a kunai at his father’s throat, allowing it to hover over the elder’s Adam’s apple. “I’ve heard enough.”
His vanity had briefly distracted him from his main goal. “I did not come here to kill you. I only want to know about the curse seal,” he easily lied. “Tell me what I want to know and you’ll live.”
If Taiyou didn’t tell him, perhaps there was a council member that would sing like a bird for him. He would also need to know how to activate it as well seeing that he would be taking Hiashi’s position. All of his reconnaissance hadn’t been enough for him to gather that information on his own. There were places inside of the compound that even the Byakugan couldn’t see through.